Her voice comes out in a small whisper, “It won’t be me. I won’t say it.”
Ward’s calloused hands framed the soft curves of her face, the wetness creating an unsettling warmness under his palms. The fractured light filtering through old dusty blinds, highlighting the path of her already fallen tears. Every fiber of his being ached. He didn’t want any of this.
Half in the light but destined to stay in the dark.
Every intention to be strong was currently flying out of his realm of reality. Ward’s voice came out hoarse, “Promise me.”
Her grip on his black henley tightened, desperately trying to reach him “Please don’t make me do this.”
His eyes never left hers, he needed it to be real. “Promise.”
Skye wanted to throw up. They had time to make it out of here. She could make them disappear. They could be happy. She just wanted, for once, to be happy. Her shoulders fell realizing he was right.
He was always right.
At first, her voice was barely audible. Small and fragile, “I promise I don’t love you.” It burned wickedly in her veins.
“Repeat it.” he prompted. The clock was ticking down. Five minutes top until the door busted open and Shield decided to make its presence known.
“I promise I don’t love you.” A little louder this time. Put some effort into it. Maybe if she said it enough it might become true.
Ward knows it’ll never be true. He just needs to believe it for a little while so he can walk away. So Skye can be safe. She’ll never be safe with him.
“Repeat it.”
“I promise I don’t love you!”, Skye yelled. She bit the inside of her cheek to stop the fresh set of tears threatening to fall. Ward immediately let go of her face, grabbing the black bag off the bed.
The door clicked without another word leaving Skye standing all alone in the middle of the room. He never gave her a goodbye.
It was never the end for them.